Do not touch within the asylum,
lest disease and madness spread
Stay disconnected from the others,
to keep the bogeyman away
Keep your gaze tracking low,
and you’ll not aggravate the violent…
or see them coming
Hide your many opinions,
or the truly insane will posture and prevail
Walk the streets in daylight,
for the asylum is treacherous at night
Take pride in your own sanity,
while paranoia grips your ego
Live by your every assumption,
to proclaim you’re at least halfway right
Look out for your own skin,
while looking out for those unlike you
Dimiss the calls for restraint,
as there are plenty of other planets
Anticipate the coming mayhem,
that frees us all from our common asylum
art: Fracture by Margarita Georgiadis
